Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DJ Style to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.